20×25 cm
that day I suddenly remembered
crazed with all the energy
jumped from brick to brick
balanced on one leg
like karateka kung-fu master
flapping arms and kicking air
widely eyes squinted
as in a movie I just saw
a leg broke as I was bravely leaping
with eyes slightly squinched
I yelled into a sandy ditch
kyaaah with all the focus on my foot
pierced by a buried bucket’s brim
accidentally I was overtaken
by a forgotten sleeping bucket
glistening in the ditch
a thread of lightning struck a tree
as with a sword before my eyes
the treetop fell down another thread
hit me a little bit too late
with steaming coffee on the terrace
I bolted off the chair
and screaming aaaah I heard
a pop of breaking leg
when the chair fell I had remembered
the day I jumped waved and balanced
like a master in a recent movie
I screeched with squinted eyes
big teardrops fell into the ditch
the rain calmed down the aching tree
that day a bucket overcame me today
the lightning flash took down a chair
51×81,5 cm
20 x 33 cm
hordes of restless men crowded this day
soldiers covered in armor
bound by iron canvas leather
guts pulsating heartbeat echoes
heavy in the temples
raising legs into a step hot breath
not gazing to the sky
backs pressed under their heavy gear
for saving or for taking lives
in the name of children forsaken homes
of women and their songs of foxes
birch trees a boy a blossom or a god
meadows rivers apple orchards
having left behind they track through snow
some in a memory some in a dream
some wiping tears away their rosary
they tell a joke with crooked smile
dropping down a mitten with a cough
on snowy land of their ancestors
snow crystals blink with eyes of
jilted maidens
eyes water clasping throat with tears
drop silent deep into the snow
into the frigid ground and thawing
forefather spirits set deep in ice awaking
one after other soul
succumbed in battle rises
peace in the hearts of men
soughs with their mothers lips into ears
hushshsh dear child of mine
my darling oak be calm
a little bug
of mine
61×80 cm
When the inner world starts to become clearer, you move to a state of Pratyahara, the fifth limb of Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras. In the Sleeping Tortoise Pose, the limbs, ears, eyes, nose, skin, mouth and mind are drawn into the inner landscape therein resulting in Pratyahara.
Supta Kurmasana is the “sleeping tortoise”. When a turtle is sleeping, it is well awarded of its environment, but is not disturbed by it. Have you ever tried to wake up a turtle? Whatever you do, it does not move, wherever you bring it, it won’t have any reaction, however it will be fully conscious of what is going on.
Funded by Lithuanian council for culture to make a series of yoga poses to remind every of us to exercise. Especially in times when we have to stay at home. Stay in shape!
Namaste!
Once upon a time, there was a sage who was bathing in a river. When he stepped on the river bank, he found a scorpion trapped between two rocks, desperately struggling to escape. The sage freed the scorpion by moving the rocks. As soon as it was free, the scorpion stung the sage with its poisonous tail before scampering away. An onlooker laughed and told the sage that it served him tight to save a scorpion. To which the sage replied, “I behave as per my nature and it behaved as per its own.”
In Sanskrit, Vrischika means a Scorpion. In the final position, Vrischikasana resembles the scorpion with its tail lifted upwards. When a scorpion wants to sting its victim, it raises the tail above the back and strikes the victim over the head. This pose resembles a scorpion ready to strike. This pose is usually done at the end of asana practice.
Funded by Lithuanian council for culture to make a series of yoga poses to remind every of us to exercise. Especially in times when we have to stay at home. Stay in shape!
Namaste!
The word Shalabhasana comes from the Sanskrit word “Shalabh” meaning locust or grasshopper, a type of insect that lives on the ground.
A locust cannot move in reverse nor move sideways, only moving forward. Always moving forward, always open to change and not about to repeat the same mistakes by going backward. We only need to think about this for a little to recognize the spiritual lessons involved.
Funded by Lithuanian council for culture to make a series of yoga poses to remind every of us to exercise. Especially in times when we have to stay at home. Stay in shape!
Namaste!
For a few years in my life I’ve been studying geodesy and liked to measure the relief of some places, then draw them in lines, which show how uneven the surface is and what interesting shapes appear if you try to trace the objects on plain ground.
There is no secret that the Earth is not so flat, nevertheless in some layers of social groups the topic of the shape of our planet is explored controversially and even with religious passion.
This work in some way approves the idea of a flat earth. It is quite flat and depicts the surface of the planet Earth. On geodesy maps the drawing is on flat paper and only lines reflect the relief of the drawn area. I invite to view this flat earth as a fragment of a map which simplifies the nature and gives a hint to our brain to visualize the true place that may be somewhere close, nearby you.
120×100 cm
76×72 cm
If you look directly at this work, you see yourself in a mirrors. You may pick an angle that does not reflect you or you can try to ignore the reflection and see the whole piece differently, ignoring the mirror view. Is that possible?
60×96 cm
space is pretty much unknown.
moon is also unknown.
dark side of the moon is even less known.
it is so mysterious, you know…
60×88 cm
Some people know (but mostly – not), what happens underground or in the depths of a mountain. For instance, underneath a lush chunk of forest there might flow a subterranean river as a underwater channel between two lakes. Fish can use it to travel to some secluded nooks. Dive deep in their home lake surrounded by meadows with mountain goats and swim through a dark little undulating tunnel which ends in a forest lake or even in some sort of secretly hidden oasis between ridges looking like a plain mountain from the outside, but tucking away a meadow inside it. Like a tooth that seems externally healthy but hides nothing but decay within.
Most likely, these kind of things never existed, but I would love for at least this one instance to be real: a creek flowing down the mountain plunges deep into its depths and travels to the lake in small streams. This lake has an underground river leading to a smaller lake lying below and runs further to a second, very deep one.
70 x 89 cm
68 x 89 cm
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She is all kinds of mysterious things of nature like weather, water, winds and waterfalls. She is many things at one time and one beautiful of them is music.
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Painted on paper that is glued to a cardboard and framed. then wooden shapes covered with glittery fabric glued on top of that make the whole piece.
68 x 96 cm
While making this work I had some thoughts about nowadays. Summary would be that we all are the result of evolution, so – the best of what is so far developed by nature and god. And what are the key moments in us that are so perfect, so useful to spread in world, develop the wealth and possibilities to gain happiness? Maybe some cultural exchanges, religious beliefs, education, science, human rights and luxury to grow a thinner skin. Thinner skin means that person is more vulnerable, but feels more safe and is more sensitive to outer impact.
A piece of an artificial leather is glued on an aluminum panel and then to a surface of canvas so it extends the border of an artwork. canvas size: 70 x 120 cm. The skin adds 14 cm to the left side.
Diamonds are so shiny and transparent and perfect. Raw, special, different – this is the diamond i wanted to make. Irregular shape, solid color with dark shades.
Aluminum and wood plates were covered with different fabric and glued together to form this black diamond. Edges of those plates were painted with dark, gold and bronze colors to sparkle some light when you view in angle.
~ 50×70 cm
at 2 kilometres away
from the main trail
a private estate plate
banned to go further after all
the water of the forest is calling
in the cutting the river is sloshing
bushes grassland we are finally
here found those two trees
and who knows why in their
shadow there are two tiny roach
the second Tuesday more or less at 2
with their thrust snouts for some time
maybe they are smelling something
later quickly dive in as if have agreed
or feel frightened we come closer
to the bank to see some tiny spawn
56,5×90 cm
what was your dream?
when
now
I wasn’t sleeping
why did you twitch then?
I thought about something
with closed eyes the trees
with entwined roots forever
until they dry out sucking
each other’s sap
like nuts?
like gnats
is that why you cried?
I didn’t cry
but was so sorry for those sad eyes
of a lonely apple seller
I saw passing by
with a red bag
like your cheeks?
on his laps
says a kilo I say
ok I take it all
for not to see
his eyes again
50×70 cm
Of course, nature inspires many of us. in it’s own way. for me this mushroom has rich capacity of perception: in some languages it is called by the names of an animals (voveraitė (lithuanian) – squirrel; kurka (polish) – hen; лисичка (russian) – fox; and perhaps more), also it has an elegant shape which plays with the eyes and maybe gives some thoughts and memories about spending time with relatives or friends in the forest lurking for yellow heads…
150×130 cm
beautiful again (like a fairy tale)
summer’s day caressed by the rays
of the sun my exposed leg
out of the shade is getting warmer
dew is evaporating on the ants
the crumbs of the sandwich are moving
somewhere to the holes in the ground
I’m eating breakfast together with beetles
and their children Paul comes beaming
I think that sun is glaring into eyes
he shows the opened knife sticks it
to the damp soil draws a big circle
splits it in half one is for me the other
for him in our minds we can fill it up
with friends cities trains rockets is easy
to stab into a big piece to cut it off
it is nice to diminish friend’s space
on our earth I’m more lucky to hit
and slice off more and more of his
forests castles hills and rivers on my side
and heavier the air smells like iron
warm drops pouring down and quickly
cooling on the skin the clothes
are getting wet in the balcony
the woman is shouting Павлик
иди домой* quick friend grabs
the knife from my hands disappear
our earth’s lines get mixed with rain
runs off into the tiny holes with crumbs
to ants and moles worms peep out and writhe
around slowly the clouds are floating whilst
taking away the rain away from the sun
* Paul, go home
that day I suddenly remembered
crazed with all the energy
jumped from brick to brick
balanced on one leg
like karateka kung-fu master
flapping arms and kicking air
widely eyes squinted
as in a movie I just saw
a leg broke as I was bravely leaping
with eyes slightly squinched
I yelled into a sandy ditch
kyaaah with all the focus on my foot
pierced by a buried bucket’s brim
accidentally I was overtaken
by a forgotten sleeping bucket
glistening in the ditch
a thread of lightning struck a tree
as with a sword before my eyes
the treetop fell down another thread
hit me a little bit too late
with steaming coffee on the terrace
I bolted off the chair
and screaming aaaah I heard
a pop of breaking leg
when the chair fell I had remembered
the day I jumped waved and balanced
like a master in a recent movie
I screeched with squinted eyes
big teardrops fell into the ditch
the rain calmed down the aching tree
that day a bucket overcame me today
the lightning flash took down a chair
46×75 cm
A painting goes along with a poem which is printed on aditional foam board card W15xH21xD0,3 cm which I recommend to hang near the painting because for me it is the one piece: painting + the story. here it is:
pacified
hordes of restless men crowded this day
soldiers covered in armor
bound by iron canvas leather
guts pulsating heartbeat echoes
heavy in the temples
raising legs into a step hot breath
not gazing to the sky
backs pressed under their heavy gear
for saving or for taking lives
in the name of children forsaken homes
of women and their songs of foxes
birch trees a boy a blossom or a god
meadows rivers apple orchards
having left behind they track through snow
some in a memory some in a dream
some wiping tears away their rosary
they tell a joke with crooked smile
dropping down a mitten with a cough
on snowy land of their ancestors
snow crystals blink with eyes of
jilted maidens
eyes water clasping throat with tears
drop silent deep into the snow
into the frigid ground and thawing
forefather spirits set deep in ice awaking
one after other soul
succumbed in battle rises
peace in the hearts of men
soughs with their mothers lips into ears
hushshsh dear child of mine
my darling oak be calm
a little bug
of mine
60×80 cm
There are parts in painting covered with watercolor markers which change color and fade over time if exposed on direct sunlight. I would suggest to hang this painting in place where direct sunlight doesn’t appear.
The shape of skull is very obvious, though it can be made of few simple peaces put in right places. Anybody can draw it easily and we feel what it shows: past and future of many, of everybody. Shape of skull shows no personal signs of individual, but we know that in the past there were some. Now it’s a temporary reminder that we’re temporary and alike.
Temporal bone is covered with fur. It makes a skull a bit more alive. Teeth are made of reflective fabric so in the dark they will glow under sudden light. These details make the skull more fun than scary and it should be that way.
~ 73×67 cm
This is an illustration of melting ice cream. three cups mix one into another through rounded shapes. the colors are strange for an ice cream. those are cold colors. they show not a taste, but a sense. also those colors are pleasant to view if you see the picture not as a food, but just an abstract object.
~ 50×100 cm
This is stylized glass which traditionally can be seen as half full or empty. though name of this work is optimistic, viewer can see it half empty or refuse to see a glass at all. piece of work can be seen as bunch of shapes stuck together in some harmonious manner.
i like to experiment with materials and shapes, to see how various fabrics fit together not even in color, but also in texture. textile surfaces make whole piece more cozy, intmate and homey.
~ 50×86 cm
There was this very tough man, for reasons unknown (whether possessed by evil spirits or restless ancestor souls were getting into that person’s will, maybe he wasn’t loved by his parents (at least that was what he would say himself), perhaps God’s punishment or a test…
His life was seeping with strange, baffling pain. He seemed to be defensive towards the entire world, never loved a person nor an animal, but he liked women and might be that’s why after his death, his soul was trapped in a diamond unearthed by miners among many others, cut into a proper shape and made into a lustrous adornment catching gazes of many women. One of whom had the fate of getting the jewel with the man’s soul. And he, although being a diamond, could nestle against her on special occasions.
No matter what kind of person he was in the past, kinship ties are strong and he was sometimes visited by the souls of his family members. For example, his mom used to ask:
– ну, Ирочка, как поживаешь?
– ааай, вот уже три недели в коробке лежу…*
* – Well, well, Irochka, how’s it going?
– Oh, not much, been lying in a box for three weeks…
out of the four gates
arises thunder
trembling ground quivers cabbage
carrots beans I had at lunch
a wave of dust and angst
worried voices
next… Šeimyniškių* snake
stinging toe
body frozen
cannot run or strike
a bloodstained beak
pinches her Neptune blue
Gilette wings
beating fast a sound
of awful movement hissing
ššššilas bridge*…
leaping up I kick
a red umbrella pardon pardon
excuse me missed
my stop I am
on the other side of river now
* – bus stop
50×70 + 18×13 cm
mom kept saying he’s so strange
a beardless man with hanging chain
in ear a hairy pimple on a shin
six scars on back as if
released from maws of bear or dragon
moss in his breath
hair not resembling ones of a person
who likes all things clear
as a day averted gaze
from his blank eyes
only a half-smile while
muttering that man is sick
with sound of dry leaves
to some reminding pouring gravel
a rippling or even birds
in sky the man’s baffling words
were carried away by wind
yet the mother daughter
liked his bracelet at night
sparkling with crumbs of fire
with his woven in hair
warming in winter
In few words – this could be a short story of a life of a man as a father and his journey to our Father. Here how it is:
today I remembered my father
and his picture of Joseph
don’t know if he liked travelling
as driving with Styopa his friend when
he arrived at our place when we
weren’t there yet left the mountains
with snakes bay leaves khinkali stayed
with us to drink more simple wine
some kind of beer the longing
he did not succeed to swallow ever
we drove with ambulance and
ZIL truck my first time driving down
the street curve Krantine’s street
right by the river where steamboats
sailed Vilnius Riga Tallin Neris
waved briefly cheering us up
in winter ice for sliding down
he didn’t like me laughing
falling down he laughed himself
eyes wet like mine’s now
I remember smell of Pervalka
we went to sea and jumped through waves
and jellyfish and shells we gathered
I collected stamps and boxes
as he did toy cars his pride was Volga
we left for Fabijoniškės he
went to Gabriškės with Volvo
and Nijolė stayed far from us
until the very end until the Father
came and forever took him
home to teach some balance
as on a slackline
Whole artwork is combined of two canvases (50 x 70 cm + 18 × 13 cm) and a text on a white cardboard (14,8 x 21 cm)
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Tthe shape of lips is not too obvious, so imaginative parts of our minds can play any situation or story, or perhaps can bring some memories of intimate moments we had.
Layers, colors and simple shapes make the whole picture. i wanted to play with flat sculpting to reveal this iconic object we all have.
~ 90×65 cm
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Nature inspires me in it’s own way. it is organic and shapeless, but this time i wanted to see how precise structure, lines can reveal what we see in animal if it is simplified into triangles and rhombuses.
Textile and artificial fur convey this sensory part of an animal. you can stroke it as a calm friend.
~550×750
stars spinning around
the trees and the tent
bonfire flames growing
upwards with legs
twisting and shoes
kicking a basket of mushrooms
silenced inside the mouth
word-endings scatter
a hundred seas rumble in my head
somebody hits a drum in the distance
or is it the wind only nestling
between the pines of the forest
a salty taste in my throat
scratching the kettle’s bottom
why in the seven hells were there
fly agaric in my soup?
61×86 cm
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This painting goes along with a story about what happens in waters and in this case some kind of samurai was practicing in a river and accidentally cut a fish in half which flew down the river into the arms of fisherman. here it is:
as in that song where from
Šašvė to Nevėžis and coiling
further up to Nemunas in to
the distance or something
like it through stones
with green wavy mane to
the rhythm of god’s eternal
song the rivers flow
this dance of waters
is irresistible to many
species fish and clams
crayfish and larvae meet
in search for longer life
in muddy darkness
glistening blade soughs
in the air sunbeam flashes
through a creek and flies
towards forest a gust of wind
sliding through surface
carries downstream
splashes with ripples
shouts and sweat drops
who could have thought where
that poor roach fish would swim
when cut in half by training
warrior with his sword in river
up to chest swiftly wavering
and hacking water
not knowing what will happen
with one or other side of it
the fish swam to the sea
and there got in a plastic bag
which soon got caught
into a fishing net the catch
surprised the fisherman
so much he even cursed
61×86 cm
such calm morning!
sun glistens the dew
on grass tips in the meadow
grazing horses
take heed upon hearing
woodpecker’s breakfast.
heads tilted down
they lick fresh shrubs
these youngsters, you know
only care about frolics and snickering
chasing each other
prodding, bouncing
without seeing fog fall down
on the meadow. More fun playing
can barely see anything
morning prayers of birds
in the distance
faraway fisherman’s radio
nibbling of the grass
a sudden cold breeze
brings the smell of fur…
61×86 cm
dunes crunching sand shaking simmering
after a soft breeze pops dry
cracking stone bursts in flames
a bush rolls down scattering ember
every living thing burrows deeper praying
for a drop of water strength or eternal
peace with parched blazing heart
beating ever more quickly
until the ground starts shaking
and bones beneath it hot rocks sand
it becomes obvious that it’s not a heart
not the earth that is beating but sky
Tlaloc* slashes clouds pierces
lightning under his feet trampling
black of crying he screams with a hundred
voices angry at his wife again
being booted out to think and get some
fresh air to calm down like the time he
was only joking and daunted just a little
why isn’t she getting his jokes?
*god of rain
61×86 cm
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Framed artwork comes along with a story about reconciliation between a man and snake through a beautiful-eyed dog:
he’s slowly strolling with a basket. humming a tune, beard with a fume.
sunbeams gently stroking mushroom caps, cropped stems bobbing.
she’s slithering over wet moss. brushing along her tingling abdomen trough branches and roots. the fierce snake.
a shoe slips on the crawler. the basket trembles, a few parasol mushrooms fall out one of their gamps roll down into blueberry bushes
a loud ‘what the hell!’ echoes through the branches. woodpecker hushes, trills a swift.
he crouches to pick up the mushroom. something moves between his fingers
a sudden pain shoots up his arm. a snake!
pulled out a blade that hung upon his belt, thrust into the blueberry bush, blood colored the moss.
pinched his wound, clenching his teeth, forgot the mushrooms, hurried back home.
snake’s soul rose from the bloods, above the tree trunks, through the branches chased a squirrel, a ladybug, a butterfly, a fly that flew into the human’s house.
in it, a bitch is pregnant, the litter’s not going to be large: two greyish brown and one green eyed black pup. he was chosen by the soul of snake, to be reborn as man’s best friend.
The man returned back home with bloody arm. that night it swell, he violently retched
but survived and slowly he got better. after a month, he felt like new.
the dog whelped three puppies. two, the man took to the woods, buried under a pine-tree
as a sacrifice to Indraja. but one he kept for himself – black like the night, eyes green as a forest.
61×86 cm
I had this dog a very good boy
with his beady eyes smiling
with this cute little face
eating vomit and licking
everyone’s cheeks ears
snuggled up tightly
and we slept together
me her and him
and another dog I had
one more angry with strangers
prone to conflict but goood
appetite just feed him
a big dinner
then snuggled up tightly
and we slept together
me her and him
61×86 cm
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61×86 cm
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The idea is that God is always with you. God’s finger goes down from the space and touches your heart. And if you look at it, you see yourself.
I see this work as merry and optimistic. Also I believe it’s true and this expression of my belief is quite symbolic and hopefully accumulates some thoughts.
Panels are wooden and have 4 cm frame on the back side, so can be hung on nails (of course, precisely measured to match the measures).
WHOLE ARTWORK SIZE is 70 x 281 cm.